Young Justice

So this is really goodbye.

I'm gonna miss you, girl.

I can't thank you enough for everything.

You were as much a member of the team as any of us.

Crashest. Ride. Ever.

- Are you okay, Gar? - Yeah. I mean...

I'm sad, but I want her to be happy.

Are you okay?

Not really. It's very hard to lose her,

but I understand her decision and I'll be fine eventually.

Yeah, that's right.

Baby's taking care of our family now.

Theme music playing...

How did you find me?

You know I do this professionally, right?

So you're arresting me again?

I should. And someday, I might.

I still can't forgive what you did to those two kids

on New Genesis.

But you're a Martian on Mars.

I don't have the authority to arrest you here

for crimes committed off world.

A rematch, then?

I didn't come to fight.

- I came to apologize. - What?

When I went to Earth, I never should have left you behind.

I'm truly sorry, M'comm.

My name's not M'comm. It's Ma'alefa'ak.

Even... Even if you can't forgive me,

it's not too late to reconcile with our family.

What family?

As for our parents, you can say goodbye to Mom

and tell Dad I'm sorry.

Good luck with the wedding.

C'eridy'all, Goddess of life,

Bless this altar and this canopy,

built with passion and affection.

With thy power, fill M'gann and Conner

with the light of Ma'ayava'ana.

The Light of Love.

You honor us with such a beautiful blessing, S'yraa.

Thank you.

I am honored to be officiating at your daughter's wedding tomorrow.

M'gann and Conner's love is inspirational.

Ask her.

Is there something I might help you with, Em'ree?

No. Or yes.

I'm a scientist-atheist.

I can't be asking a priestess for advice.

Then perhaps you could ask a friend.

It's M'gann.

Everything she said about me yesterday was true.

I wasn't there for her or our brother

because I was afraid of what others might think.

What can I do?

How can I possibly make it up to her?

Well, to start, tell her you're sorry.

This place is so crash!

Your party's gonna crush it!

Apologies.

I don't believe the psychic translation is working properly.

He just wanted to thank you

for inviting us to your birthday celebration.

- Yeah, that. - My pleasure.

I understand. I hate birthday fuss, too.

The day before we arrived on Mars,

M'gann threw a surprise birthday party for me onboard Bio-Ship.

It makes her happy, but...

But maybe that's not the problem?

No, it hurts that I won't be

able to share this day with my father.

Don't worry. We'll bring the king's killer to justice.

- We promise... - To do our best.

Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me,

I still have much to prepare before tonight.

We have to go.

But you psychically camouflaged us.

Miss Martian's coming.

We can't risk her recognizing my psychic signature from the cave-in.

I still don't understand

how we're supposed to complete our mission

if we can't stay close.

I'm really not sure.

But what choice do we have?

Come on.

So, how did it go?

About as well as I thought it would.

That bad, huh?

How are things here?

We need to get on with the investigation.

Gar promised J'emm we'd find answers for him.

And we still think the King's death is connected

to the destruction of the Zeta-Tube

in the M'arzz-Earth Communications Satellite?

That's the theory.

We should do an even more thorough review

of the intel J'emm provided.

Where can we go to do that?

We don't have to go anywhere.

Here's what we know.

The king's body was found in the Grand Hall of the Royal Palace.

I found traces of a familiar residue.

I've seen something like it before,

but can't quite place it.

I've tasted multiple individual Martian traces

at the crime scene.

Then let's find out who was in the palace that night.

Your Majesty, I must insist.

We are better off without the Earthers.

But my late husband was very much in favor

of a M'arzz-Earth alliance.

Perhaps, but given recent events,

it seemed clear that even the King

would have changed his mind, were he still alive.

Now you presume to understand how my father thinks?

You go too far, R'ess E'dda.

These are adult concerns.

I would not expect a child to understand.

I am Prince of the Realm.

Do not tell me what I do and do not understand.

And do not put words in the mind of my late father.

Your Majesty, surely you will not allow this youth...

Your prince has spoken, R'ess.

Nothing's leaping out in the files

for the M'hontrss or Consuls who were at the palace that day.

Nothing on the nobles, priests and priestesses either.

Guys, guys, check it out. I found a discrepancy.

According to this, seven servants entered the palace that day,

but only six left. The numbers don't add up.

This one. She entered the palace,

but there's no record of her leaving.

At least not through any of the palace gates...

Making her our lead suspect.

I hate to admit it,

but I was really hoping the killer wouldn't turn out to be A'ashenn.

Maybe the M'hontrr at the gate saw something when she entered.

No one came in that night

except a couple of A'ashenn servants.

Honestly, I didn't pay much attention to them,

but feel free to review my memories of the evening.

Got R'ohh K'arr's memory record right here.

There. Another servant entered with our suspect.

His name is Kar Ming. Here's his interview.

I didn't see anything. Nothing at all.

That's it?

That's his whole interview?

We need to talk to this K'arr M'angg.

Wow. Little cramped in here, huh?

Not that the B'lahdenns or G'arrunns ever noticed.

Let's just find our Martian.

According to his file, his home should be right over here.

K'arr M'angg, I am...

I know who you are.

The niece of J'onn J'onzz and the Outsiders of Earth.

The whole city's been sending about you three.

Flattering, I guess.

We've been looking into the King's murder.

- I had nothing to do... - You're not a suspect.

We were wondering if you could tell us anything

about the female A'ashenn servant

that entered the palace with you that night.

Oh, her. She wasn't A'ashenn.

She wasn't?

She was a G'arrunn posing as A'ashenn.

But how did R'ohh K'arr not catch that?

You can't change color without others realizing.

- Believe me, I know. - Please.

It would never occur to a G'arrunn

that another G'arrunn would ever pretend to be A'ashenn.

R'ohh K'arr took no notice of her.

He takes no notice of any of us.

He hardly sees us as Martians.

Why didn't you tell this to the M'hontrrs

after the king's death?

My kind knows better than to trust M'hontrrs.

That is why I keep this.

There's a reminder that if I tell the truth,

I would only be making trouble for myself.

G'arrunns would never believe a G'arrunn killed the king.

Then why tell us now?

Because she is one of us.

There's old king Ma'arrun!

And Queen Sykara!

All of our great leaders!

There's S'turnn!

- Prince J'emm! - Best yet!

Come now, Jem.

This is a glorious day,

one that would have made your father proud.

Please try to dispel the dark cloud shadowing your face and mind.

I'll try, Mother.

Excuse me.

You have news? I can tell.

We have a new lead suspect.

Show me.

We've discovered that a G'arrunn female

entered the palace that night posing as an A'ashenn servant.

I see.

Good work. Perhaps you could,

um, give me a moment to absorb this.